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Hydrangea merely continued to play as he walked down the stairs, ready if need be to suddenly crouch down and grow more roots and vines around him to immobilize any who would come close with ill intent.

Upon noticing how thick the crowd has gotten Hydrangea stopped and gave out an angry sigh.

"Who do these idiots think they are?" He growled out, gripping his hands as vines grew up from the ground and wrapped around his arm. In a small fit of anger he lashed the vine out at the nearest mongrel who had been wandering to him, unknowingly producing thorns around it.

Hydrangea, in his fit of rage, had forgotten Capivate and learned Vine Whip.

Randall bursts to life. "Olive! Gotta get Olive...!" He almost drops Leftie on the floor as he goes to grab his Luvdisc. Roger opens one eye, glancing towards the door. He ruffles his feathers. Olive is quick to wake up when Randall shouts, and she pokes her beak out of the water and lets out a whistle to reassure him that she's on her way.

Of course, this noise is likely to wake up anyone in the room still sleeping-- if the screaming outside hadn't been enough in the first place.

Sorbet had woken up a little earlier, mostly to write in her now-dry notepad. She had been writing down recent events. Her idea was to record as much of the place as she could in order to keep track of locations. Although the place already defied logic and physics, the idea of being able to conquer the hotel was almost a comfort to her.

Suffice it to say, she was awake to hear the screaming, and to see Randall and his Pokemon rustle around. She hastily rose from her corner of the room to look. Sorbet's leg was still in a lot of pain. But luckily, her Scyther was able to help support its trainer as she walked.

"Should we open it?" she whispered. "Maybe it's the other man. But it could be something else..."

Randal opens the door just in time to see a Roserade wreaking all holy hell on a handful of charred creatures that seemed to menace in it's general direction.

Meanwhile, out in the hallway,

Hydrangea isn't given much time to think on his change of ability loadout, because suddenly a beam of light cuts through the hallway like a knife. In some ways quite literally, slicing cleanly through flesh, bone, and a table across the hallway.